Children of War

Margaret V.Doran

I see them in my dreams
the children of war
they haunt my nights
gaping injuries
blackened by neglect
faces contorted by fear
and defiance
tearless cries
hungering for love
afraid of the hand that would offer comfort

worse than animals
tortured by those who should nurture
the children of war

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Updated September 12, 2004
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